It's been a while

I moved into a new place in Queens. I like it so far, easy commute and I can always smell something that the neighbors are cooking. As I look out the window from my shower, I get the bacon and fried things cooking each morning. As I leave the apartment and go into the hallway it's the garlic. When I come home each night I can tell that there are Indian people living here with me. I like Queens and should make friends with my co-tenants. It smells good.

KCRW in the NY Times magazine today. Listen to this radio station. I'm finally getting an ipod so I can load podcasts.

Tired of my restaurant, but I like talking to the customers calling in for reservations. I'm like an advisor in a mini-therapy session. I've been told that people here in the city will look for any way to discuss their neurosis. I like to listen b/c it makes me happier about my situation. Right now I'm dealing mostly with problems of logistics, romance and clothing choices. Is there anything else really?

"Drinking the man's penny."